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Thursday, 28 October 2010

Hello all. I hope you are all doing ok. I'm not doing so well at the moment. There I was just pootling through everyday life and ....whack! I get ill. My uterus and I have never really got along, although it redeemed itself slightly by providing me with some fabulous children. Now it has definitely been un-friended. It's behaving very badly! I'm waiting for a scan appointment to find out what on earth is going on. It will be odd having a scan while not pregnant that's for sure. Then as an added bonus I catch a cold. One by one we have fallen like dominoes, what an awful waste of the half term holidays!

I'm trying to get rid of my cold before I go to Fibre Flurry on Saturday. I have been looking forward to it for months. I have a finishing class booked with Susan Crawford that I had as a birthday present from Mr J. Half my problem with getting projects completed is my silly hang-up of getting things looking perfect, maybe this will give me the confidence to get some finished objects under my belt. I need to get well so I can pay attention!

My rubbish health has also prompted an end to feeding my gorgeous Little One. I know it had to happen sometime soon but I had been putting it off hoping he would lose interest of his own accord. Being (99.9% certainly) my last baby it has been really hard to let the page finally turn on that chapter of my life. I worked out that I have spent a combined total of 3.5 years breastfeeding and a whacking 124 weeks of being pregnant! I adore newborn babies, I really do, but now Little One is in sight of his 2nd birthday the urge to go back to that stage yet again is leaving me very rapidly! It's been quite refreshing to gradually get rid of the baby clothes and equipment as it gets outgrown.

Another downer was my car having yet another punctured tyre, second time in as many months with a large metal screw or nail being found embedded in them. It strikes me as too coincidental to be an accident and I must remember to be more observant before moving my car. I just can't afford to buy new tyres all the while. After the last time we looked around where I park and found lots more buried slightly under the ground. There has been a long running feud over parking between some neighbours that I have chosen to stay out of because it was just getting so unpleasant. I'm a peace loving kind of person. It's not fair if my car is getting damaged when I haven't done anything wrong! I'm not the only one this has happened to either. It's at times like this I hope the Karma fairy is real and taking note.

To cheer myself up a bit I had a bit of a mini-splurge on some new knitting patterns. Not for any particular reason just that I liked the look of them and was after some simple things in preemie sizes to make for charity.

It's 3am so I had better be crawling off to bed. I was trying to get my cough under control but nothing is working so I give up. I've got quite a bit of horrible housework to catch up on tomorrow!

Hope you feel more like yourself soon. My youngest is 7 and I still think quite often I'd like more.........then I remember back to the days of 3 kids under 4years, sleepless nights, terrible twos etc and it soon passes. I will just have to coo over other peoples babies and be content with that! x

Ah see Tickety-boo, I think you did it the right way getting all the baby stuff out of the way in one fell swoop. I have bigger age gaps between mine, your way is far more efficient!

Thanks for the get well wishes all. I was talking to Mr J about the possible side effects of the tablets I'm on and asked him to tell me if I was starting to turn into a Psycho Hose-beast. He said 'What do you mean, start?' Cheeky man.

Thank you for your comment on my blog. The beverages at the Ikea coffeebar are cheaper. The latte about one euro. I am not very fond of the free coffee. I only drink the cappucino, because it has lot's of milk.

Hellooo!

How are you? Thank you for visiting me here at Happy Elastic. I'm a thirty-something mum to three children and wife to a man with a beard. We live fairly harmoniously in our complete wreck of a house in Staffordshire, UK.